I said up the time amount. Shit. o well. Here we go.

Yo, i got this mans blood glistenin on my death blade/
Fought well but didnt prevail to the wraith of the blade/
^^^Refers to this battle, man just chill out sip some lemonade/
Ya not gonna win give up bitch, ya gonna be wadding in ya own blood/
From the motion of my lyricist skill blade, i got tha shit made/
Act like a bitch, i'll thro ya fuckin lunch tray in the hallway/
Can you evade ya death? i doubt it... cant evade shit/
You claim you got sex yet you dont even know the clit/
Ya cowering in fear cuz you cant take this smash hit/
man, open ya mouth, i shit in ya mouth now ya silenced/
And prayin that i may let you go and let you run glidin/
You aint gonna win no matter how hard your tryin/
Shut this bitch up by shovin brocali in his mouth/
Now ya cant do shit permantly fo awhile, you out/
(15)you claim to put the barrel in my mouth, yet i can yell this shit loud/
Doesnt effect me, now i shall kill ya ass wrecklessly/
your pain n suffering dont make a difference to me/
Kick your ass murdously as if im the dude JeT LI/
Now im finished -cleans the blood from the blade-/

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